Picturesque XXXII
Written: 2/10/02I have to hand it to my online friend “Adam;” he helped me rationalize my emotions towards my mother’s punishment and later limitation of my daily Internet time. Thanks to him my mother never received a rather nasty e-mail, complete with profanity, about just how much she has hurt me.
I had just returned from a “road trip” with Mother, and I was angry, to say the least. I quickly logged online, the need to vent pulsing throughout my body as my cranium throbbed with my pent-up anger.
As I signed onto my Excite e-mail account and started typing up this incredibly rude letter Adam succeeded in claming me down. He helped me realize that this new limitation may not necessarily be a punishment, but that the punishment was a great opportunity to set a limitation she never could before.
By the time that portion of our conversation had ended I had succeeded in typing up not even a paragraph in this nasty letter to Mother. It was full of insults and profanities. I stared at it, had my fingers hovering over the keyboard ready to write more --- and I stopped. I was not angry anymore; Adam had seen to that. I typed out whatever anger I had in our private messaging conversation, and he helped me somehow channel my anger into critical thought. So, now, I sat, the letter incomplete and never sent, because an online friend helped me rationalize my anger. So thank you, Adam, for being online when you were that day, for God only knows what state of affairs my daily Internet time would be in now.
